I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

(Applause)

I wake up in the dark, slowly. Apparently, he was unconscious.

(Where am I?)

In an attempt to get the old lady "Old Lady" up, I noticed that she was in a strange position. My head is down, my legs are up.

(If it's dark, don't even sweeten your upper and lower senses)

With that in mind, I try to regain the old lady's Old Lady posture.

But I can't move. Looks like they're buried.

(You're lying!

In an instant, the spine freezes and cold sweat erupts in large quantities.

He's in the worst shape, with his head buried alive underneath.

I panic half way and make the old lady "Old Lady" ramble. Then it was found that both legs could move to some extent.

(upside down, with your torso stabbed deep)

Understand the current position of the old lady Old Lady.

(Knock, knock, knock)

Recoil on your lower body and manage to pull your upper body out of the ground.

It was buried in a fragment of rock.

Rocks collide with each other, crushed and made of rock crushing and even smaller rock scraps. The perimeter is covered with them.

Just bury him alive, don't you think?

Big shoulders, breathe.

Burying alive is pretty superior to the way I want to avoid dying.

I'm so glad they avoided that.

(... yes magic! what happened to that one)

Immediately after the relief, I realize that.

Using C-rank magic, the old lady, the Old Lady, was suffering from internal pressure that was just ripped off.

(It was. You spared the explosion by spitting magic with an arrow of light (magic missile)

I panicked for a moment, but soon my memory came back and I stroked my chest down.

But the memories that continued to rise eagle the heart.

(Are you hurt? Old lady, how's Old Lady?

I just remembered the fact that the rock mass mixer made me a mess.

Hi, I think I'm slowly recovering my memory.

(... me, you're alive, right?

I run my eyes around unexpectedly, searching for a light-reduction field or a giant stone statue with a face on the book. That's what I saw when I moved here.

What I saw in my eyes like that was a pile of crushed stones on one side floating in the dark.

Two striped bands of light stretching out of the shoulders of the old lady Old Lady were illuminating them.

(Seems alive)

Finally, get an idea of what's going on.

I was relieved and noticed that all over my body hurt.

(Old lady, you're not Old Lady, you're my body.)

Because of the difference in senses, I judge it so.

And to check the situation, I lit the lights in the cockpit.

"Whew!"

Unexpectedly speaking. What got into my eyes was myself bloody from my chest to my knees.

(What the hell, man? Ah)

I unconsciously whisper my nose as I look around the dirty cockpit with dry blood.

Because my nose was stuck and it was painful.

Isn't this blood?

The crusty mass coming out of his nose was red and black.

Hi, they had a lot of nosebleeds. Did you tease me and open the wound, or the raw warm blood starts dripping off my nose?

(Eh)

Sip your nose, swallow.

That's when I noticed, but I also had a few teeth or so.

When swallowed further, severe pain runs on Avara in the lower left corner.

(Injury treatment f! Disease treatment f! Condition Abnormal Recovery F!

In the meantime, hang the magic at the bottom of the continuum, all kinds of yourself.

Dirty clothes did not get cleaner, but nosebleeds stopped and pain in all parts of the body was relieved to some extent.

(Isn't F enough)

Injury healing magic alone, activates the E-rank.

Magic gathers where you would be injured, melting and flushing away the pain. I could taste the feeling.

(Still hurts my neck)

Would it munch, it hurts badly? And so is Avara. I'm starting to feel kind of sick.

Plus I just noticed, my left leg is paralyzed and I have little sensation.

"Injury Treatment D!

Again, hang the injury healing magic. Now it's D-rank.

It would be quicker to heal at once, using high-altitude magic from the start. But I didn't want to do it because I had just tasted the feeling that I was about to burst by magic.

(For my own use, I guess I don't have a problem)

I think that's because it targeted the old lady, the Old Lady.

As proof of that, the magic power of injury healing D emitted at me healed my body without being absorbed by the shell of misrilled silver.

(... perfect)

The pain and discomfort that remained disappeared beautifully and refreshingly from the entire body.

My left foot sensation is also returning. Of course, the teeth are solid.

The missing part, as before, is nothing if bitten down disappointingly.

(After all, therapeutic magic is great)

Life starts with health.

I'm finally getting comfortable. I'll check the perimeter.

Even in the dark, thanks to the light emitted from my shoulders, I could see things.

(Lamp pod, you didn't break it)

Relieved and impressed with sturdiness again.

(No, it wasn't all safe)

The amount of light has fallen and the illumination range has narrowed. Even if the old lady Old Lady moves her head, there is no belt of light to follow.

The only two of the five lights attached to the head and shoulders that survived upon confirmation were the two inside of both shoulders.

(If it's not a total loss in that situation, that's enough)

I'm no longer in battle. If you could just get this illuminated, you wouldn't have a problem acting.

In the light, he looked around in the old lady Old Lady and grasped the approximate situation.

(He's at the bottom of the hole)

In a nutshell, yes.

The old lady, Old Lady, stands at the bottom of a deep hole that has become a bowl.

It is the crushed stone that makes up the slope of the bowl. Artificial pebbles made of mechanical crushing of rocks, well seen at construction sites, etc.

(No, old lady, look at it on the Old Lady scale. It's the size of a crushed stone, so you should say crushed rock)

A chunk too big to describe as a pebble built a hill with a tight gradient and surrounded the old lady, the Old Lady.

(That's..., the wand Rifle!

On rock crushing, a white wand is found stabbed obliquely, and the mind jumps up with joy.

With that one, you'll be able to protect yourself.

(All right. Climb up first)

While collecting the wand Rifle, decide on the following actions: Even if I were here, there would be nothing more to see.

Bear the wand "Rifle" with a sling and let the old lady "Old Lady" ramp up.

Then I realized there was little magic left inside.

Empty?

Tilt your neck.

(All, I guess I poured it into the wand Rifle)

Sensibly, I feel different.

I tried desperately to pour it in then, but it shouldn't have all gotten in.

(Around, was it released?)

I unconsciously glance at the body of the old lady, the Old Lady, although it is not something I can see.

With the light reflected in the surrounding rock crushing, it was possible to visualize the body to some extent.

(Becko beckons)

So for the first time, I notice the tragedy of the old lady, The Old Lady.

The armor was deformed like a bucket of brisket slapped.

The surface is scratched everywhere, and the ends are turned up everywhere.

The damage done by the mixer was telling the story of how intense it was.

(But the old lady's Old Lady body seems to be damaged less)

The golem body exposed because of the tearing is a sticky texture, albeit dirty.

I don't see any large scratches or shattered or shredded areas.

Thankfully, it was doubtful.

It would be odd to see that the exterior is so damaged that there are no scratches on the body.

(Let's go upstairs first, go outside if we can, and check in the bright spot)

In this darkness, we don't know for sure.

I filled an empty old lady, the Old Lady, with F-rank injury healing magic, and began to climb the crumbling slopes with both hands and feet.

(What?)

Immediately, I notice discomfort.

The F-rank magic that just activated, all the magic it created, was consumed immediately.

(This feeling......)

It resembles what I felt earlier when I healed my injury. It feels like magic gathers where it hurts, treating it and dropping it.

(Again)

Activate F-Rank Magic.

It was absorbed in the same way, but now it stops in about half, with no sign of any further reduction.

If you elaborate on the magic manipulation, all over the old lady Old Lady, you feel itchy, like a restoration is taking place.

(Does this mean the golem is geared towards self-repair)

I remember what I learned at the pilot's school.

Perhaps the old lady, the Old Lady, had consumed the magic that had lingered inside to repair the body.

Armor is worn out, but there are few scratches on the body, and the magic power that should have remained is empty.

Tsuji fits.

(Knight is still awesome)

A man-made weapon that repairs itself to some extent, even if it breaks down or breaks down, as long as it has fuel.

Apart from having "evil" on your head, you're more than you ever dreamed of.

While I was impressed, I crawled on all fours and climbed the slope about time.

(It's like Ant Hell)

The rock crushing slopes tend to collapse and fall down again and again.

But fortunately, no matter how many times it fell, a giant larvae of Usubaka Guerrow appeared from the bottom, and it never hit me.

(... it's supposed to be Hell Bee Hell Diver's nest)

That's what I felt when I managed to climb off the slope.

The more I thought about it, the more the underground cavity was.

Now the old lady, the Old Lady, stands at the top end of the slope. And from there, it looks down on the whole thing.

There it is, ant hellish terrain. That's all.

(Nothing)

It is gallant.

The hexagonal walls that stunningly extended to the ceiling, the adult beds that stood side by side like bookshelves in a book center, and the countless Helldivers, who were hissing all over the space.

Where it used to be, there's really nothing now. Under the rock-skinned ceiling, massive rock crushing is just depositing in a vortex.

Take the fragments at your feet and observe them.

Round places are nowhere, all corners stand, and many have cracks in them.

(You mean the rock masses kept bumping into each other and crumbling into rocks?)

Sandblasting, in a rock mass the size of a knight's head.

They must have hit each other, smashed and scattered, this size and shape. That's what built up this landscape in a tornado blast, deposited between the walls of the cavity.

(... light?

As I looked around the cavity, I saw a light source in the right lateral direction. It is not a reflection of a lamp pod.

(Maybe it's the light outside)

Stay alert at the same time as your expectations, while approaching the light source.

(Again?)

So sure and ho.

It's the road I took when I came. It seems to be slightly different in shape, but there is no mistake.

(But why?

I honestly, would be very grateful because I didn't expect to be out there any time soon.

But there are also questions.

So many rocks and stones flew around. It's weirder not to bury a cave like this.

With my neck tilted, me and the old lady, the Old Lady, walked towards the outside world about time.

Now, without taking the time, me and the old lady, Old Lady, show up on the ground.

In the sunset, the sky is stained red. There is no ceiling, there is no end.

I made a big stretch of openness and accidentally stayed in tune with the old lady, the Old Lady.

(I see)

The surrounding situation catches my eye and I understand the approximate reason.

With the activation of an arrow of light (magic missile), the raging pressure inside the nest is like crawling down a passage to the ground like a chimney and erupting from the nest entrance and exit to the ground.

(So the aisle was buried)

At the apex of the nest exit, rock crushing and rock chips were scattered fan-shaped far ahead.

Think again of the horrors of an explosion in an enclosed space.

(Well)

I sit on the spot with the old lady Old Lady and open the hatch. And I started checking on myself and the old lady, The Old Lady.

Seeing it in the light is still different.

(Seems like he was hurt badly, but seems to be ok now)

Clothes and cockpit are bloody, but that's all. My body is already in perfect condition.

I was deeply grateful for the curative magic.

Next is the situation of the old lady Old Lady.

Get out of the cockpit and observe as you circle around.

(Armor is still in terrible condition but doesn't seem to be so damaged on the body)

For this minute, there is no problem returning to the King's Capital.

I was impressed once again by the strength of Golem's self-repair.

Once again we board the old lady "Old Lady" and close the hatch.

(After that, how do you explain the situation?)

Looking back towards the nest entrance.

I'll name the situation one by one to sort things out in my head.

(Hell Bee "Hell Diver" exorcised, done)

That's for sure. Request fulfilled.

(I can't submit an evidential drop, but that won't be necessary)

This is not the kind of project that cannot be confirmed without drops. I snort.

(However, the situation inside the nest and this erupted rock crushing is the problem)

Underground space full of rock chips with no trace of Hell Bee Hell Diver's nest left behind. And it spreads to the surface, stones and rocks.

No matter how you ask me how this happened, I can't answer.

(Why don't we just talk about what we can?)

What can I say for myself, but I'm not very smart.

If you lie about sesame seeds, they will gradually become inconsistent and eventually fall apart. He's got a brain to that extent.

What do you want to keep a secret from me?

Ask yourself.

The answer is simple. One cannot say that one can use the root magic "Acacic Magic" lent to one.

(If so, you should only say this using C-rank magic)

Um, and I'll assemble the sentence in my head and say it.

"He was entering the nest of Hell Bee Hell Diver and shooting an arrow of light (magic missile). Then there was an explosion, and this happened."

Close your eyes often and indulge.

I'm not lying. It would also be possible for my brain to state only what I can do with my mouth.

I open my eyes and stare at the nest entrance.

My mind has already decided.

(Now I go. All the rest, I don't know, I don't know, so I push through)

That's right. There's no way I can make a satisfactory excuse for a lack of magical knowledge or common sense in this world.

If you say bad things, it's Sekiyama who can get out and hunt you down.

It's best to answer honestly just what you can say.

I mean this.

"Why is there so much tear in the nest that there is nothing left but rock chips?

'Cause there was an explosion.'

"What the hell, and why did it explode?

'I don't know'

I can shake my heart vigorously just because I'm aware that it's a painful excuse.

It's one of my styles that comes out so far back when there's a dark spot.

(All right, that solves everything. All we have to do is go back to the king's capital)

I twisted my feelings down so hard, I turned to the sun.

(Until the sun goes down, just a little more)

The Merchant Guild has a plan for tomorrow's return. I don't have to go back today, I'm not worried.

(Take the streets until the sun goes down, then camp by the streets)

I have a hand in going to Awok, but I don't want to come near him because Awok is a gateway.

(Ugh)

It reminds me of something unpleasant and makes my spine cold for a moment.

I shook one head and started walking the old lady "Old Lady" towards Wang Du with the sun hanging on the ridge sideways.